The Loner

Chapter One

When I was a child, my life seemed to be 'perfect' as if nothing bad could ever happen.
I had my mother and father and everything seemed good. I had always loved reading, writing poetry, and art but now, I honestly can't remember how to do any of that stuff anymore, I'll get to that part later on. As I was saying before when I was a child my life seemed 'perfect'.
But, I sure as hell was wrong. I was an only child for 15 months. Than my mom got pregnant with my younger brother. He's in a foster home now, but I'll tell you about that later. My dad had beat up on my mom everyday when my brother was born. Mainly because he had blonde hair and blue eyes. He had thought that she cheated on him because he didn't look like him. Which, he was right about. He looks more like my mom and I look like my dad. I remember my mom was working one day and, my dad had left us alone to 'go to work.' My mom came home and my brother was eating leftover baby food and stuck in the high chair. I was in a dirty diaper and was holding a knife. Sometimes I think that my eating disorder was caused by my dad. He never fed us so, I just got used to not eating.
My brother on the other hand would eat whenever he could.
One day my mom took us and left the house to find somewhere safe so all of us could get away from my father. My brother was running out of diapers and my mom had no money so she stole some. She was put in jail for a week, so my auntie took care of me and my brother. I sometimes think that I'm a lot more like my auntie than my mom. My childhood was honestly horrible, and I don't think it's going to change. I'm not a child anymore. But everyone thinks I'm 12. I just turned 20 yesterday. I'm honestly surprised people think I look like I'm 12. I mean I started smoking at a young age. I took my first drag at the motel we were living at when everyone else was asleep. I was five years old at the time. My mom caught me stealing some from her pocket one day. I was 13 at that time. I remember her yelling at me, but after awhile she just kinda got used to it I guess.
I've had a lot of 'friends' in my past. If you could even call them that. My first friend was this girl named Amber. I don't remember her that much anymore, all I remember is her blonde hair. Another girl I used to be friends with was Tina. We were like sister's. Than one day everyone who had section eight was kicked out of their apartments. It wasn't a good apartment, but it was better than sleeping on the streets. We went our own ways and stopped talking to each other. The person I really want to forget is my old 'best friend', Hannah.